Sòm 45
1 Pou direktè koral la; selon “Flè Lis Yo.” Yon Sòm a fis a Koré yo. Yon Chanson Fèt Maryaj Kè m debòde avèk yon bèl sijè. Mwen resite vèsè mwen yo pou Wa a. Lang mwen se plim a yon ekriven byen prepare.
To the Overseer. — 'On the Lilies.' — By sons of Korah. — An Instruction. — A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue [is] the pen of a speedy writer.
2 Ou pi bo pase tout lòt nan fis a lòm yo. Lagras debòde sou lèv ou. Pou sa, Bondye te beni ou jis pou tout tan.
Thou hast been beautified above the sons of men, Grace hath been poured into thy lips, Therefore hath God blessed thee to the age.
3 Mete nepe Ou sou kwis ou, O (Sila) Ki Pwisan an, nan bèlte Ou avèk majeste Ou!
Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
4 Nan majeste Ou, Ou va monte nèt an viktwa. Pou koz verite avèk imilite, avèk ladwati, kite men dwat Ou enstwi Ou bagay mèvèy yo.
As to Thy majesty — prosper! — ride! Because of truth, and meekness — righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
5 Flèch Ou yo filè. Tout nasyon yo tonbe anba Ou, epi flèch Ou yo lantre nan kè lènmi a Wa a.
Thine arrows [are] sharp, — Peoples fall under Thee — In the heart of the enemies of the king.
6 Twòn Ou, O SENYÈ, se pou tout tan e pou tout tan; Baton ladwati a se baton wayal a wayòm Ou an.
Thy throne, O God, [is] age-during, and for ever, A sceptre of uprightness [Is] the sceptre of Thy kingdom.
7 Ou te renmen ladwati e te rayi mechanste. Pou sa, Bondye, Bondye pa Ou a, te onksyone Ou avèk lwil lajwa plis ke moun parèy Ou yo.
Thou hast loved righteousness and hatest wickedness, Therefore God, thy God, hath anointed thee, Oil of joy above thy companions.
8 Tout vètman Ou yo santi tankou lami, womaren ak sitwonèl. Soti nan palè livwa yo, lenstriman a kòd yo vin fè Ou kontan.
Myrrh and aloes, cassia! all thy garments, Out of palaces of ivory Stringed instruments have made thee glad.
9 Fi a wa yo vin pami fanm pi onore yo. Sou men dwat Ou, kanpe rèn nan, abiye an lò ki sòti Ophir a.
Daughters of kings [are] among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.
10 Koute byen, O fi, prete atansyon e panche zòrèy ou. Bliye pèp ou a avèk lakay papa ou.
Hearken, O daughter, and see, incline thine ear, And forget thy people, and thy father's house,
11 Konsa, wa a va dezire bèlte ou. Akoz li se senyè ou, vin bese ba devan L.
And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he [is] thy lord — bow thyself to him,
12 Fi Tyr la va vini avèk yon kado. Moun gwo riches pami pèp yo k ap chache favè ou.
And the daughter of Tyre with a present, The rich of the people do appease thy face.
13 Lamarye a wa a bèl nèt anndan. Vètman li trese antre sòti avèk lò.
All glory [is] the daughter of the king within, Of gold-embroidered work [is] her clothing.
14 Li va mennen kote Wa a nan yon zèv bwodri. Vyèj yo, konpanyen li yo, k ap swiv li va mennen bò kote Ou.
In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins — after her — her companions, Are brought to thee.
15 Yo va mennen fè parèt avèk kè kontan ak anpil rejwisans. Yo va antre nan palè a wa a.
They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.
16 Nan plas a papa zansèt ou yo, va gen fis ou yo. Ou va fè yo prens sou tout latè.
Instead of thy fathers are thy sons, Thou dost appoint them for princes in all the earth.
17 Mwen va fè non Ou sonje nan tout jenerasyon yo. Akoz sa, tout pèp yo va bay Ou remèsiman pou tout tan e pou tout tan.
I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!
